Yes, it's cliched. I am trying to get my "body after baby" back in shape. But unlike the celebrities featured on US Weekly (argh), I do not have a personal trainer, thousands of dollars to throw at liposuction, or an affinity to subsist solely on lettuce for the next three months.
So I had some ice cream last night. So what?
Anyway, I've never really been "fit" to be honest. There was the one year in high school when I played volleyball. Running all those sprints whipped my ass into shape, that's the truth. But after that, I kinda fell off the wagon.
Then rolled several miles downhill.
When I got pregnant, I had just begun a weight loss plan with Mike to get us back into shape. I'd lost twelve pounds when I had to stop abruptly to, you know, feed the baby and all that... Mike went on to lose 50 pounds. I went on to find 25. At least we still achieved a net loss, right?
Anyway, I swore up and down that when the baby was born, I was getting into shape. I would fit into my high school uniform again! (If I can find it...) Putting baby weight on top of being overweight was a real strain on my tendonitis-ravaged ankles and knees. Plus, I felt like a whale. I'm sure all pregnant women feel like whales, but instead of feeling like, say, an orca, I was relating more to the blue whales of the world. My bone structure just can't take it.
But then, Ellie spent all that time in the hospital and I was subjected to two meals a day (at least) of hospital food. Yum. My mouth said yes to all those cheeseburgers. My metabolism said it was time to hibernate for winter.
And now I'm back where I started. Most of the baby weight is gone, since breastfeeding burns extra calories. But I'm not breastfeeding anymore. Still, since I'm not eating at MGH anymore, I think it's a win-win.
So on Friday I started a Wii Fit routine. I'm trying to eat better, impose a little structure to my days at home, and get moving once in a while. We're talking family walks in the afternoon, and Mike is not a friendly personal trainer. Yesterday, he made me climb the stupid giant hill in our complex twice. If you haven't seen it, it's a mountain.
I hated him for about an hour.
But the good news is that I'm feeling good. I'm actually having fun with this and I really hope that's enough to keep it going. I'll keep you posted as things progress. Fingers crossed for my first weekly weigh-in next Friday!